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    6th Annual AN Poetry Extravaganza (2018)

    Let those creative juices flow...

    This is the spirit in which this thread was made. A creative outlet for poems of any shape, size, and quality. Poems welcome from literally anybody (even those not named Taleen). Also, it'd be good if people can provide (constructive) feedback on each other's poems, so that we share our artistic visions.

    Actually, what I think would be pretty cool is if somebody created a list/index of all poems written by everyone here so far, with links. Like:

    Poem A (Member A) [link]
    Poem B (Member B) [link]
    .....

    I'm too lazy to do that for now, but maybe on a rainy day.

    #2
    I thought England has lots of those days
    In the night, the stormy night, she'd close her eyes
    In the night, the stormy night, away she'd fly

    ***
    Taleen and Nutmeg: We are the Talmeg. 2017 Best AN couple

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      #3
      Haha, that's true, especially during this miserable time of the year. It's worse in Scotland/N. Ireland though (in N. Ireland, if it's not raining water, it's raining petrol bombs, if you know what I mean)...

      Anyways, that was just a poetic figure of speech.

      I'm expecting loads of poems from everyone, especially former AN poets who have not contributed in the past few years - by my calculations, you guys owe us (Taleen and I) at least a billion award-winning poems.

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        #4
        Not sure of what you mean about North Ireland part tbh

        Gotta love how sarcastic you are! Says the one who barely post as well.

        I'll do my best to post more poems this year. Good luck to me. =)
        In the night, the stormy night, she'd close her eyes
        In the night, the stormy night, away she'd fly

        ***
        Taleen and Nutmeg: We are the Talmeg. 2017 Best AN couple

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          #5
          Yes, post as many poems as you can, either by you or someone else! I was serious about the other poets by the way...

          Originally posted by Taleen View Post
          Not sure of what you mean about North Ireland part tbh
          Well, you might know this already, but there was a major conflict called "The Troubles" in N. Ireland, which only ended quite recently in 1998. It took place over three decades and thousands of people died because of it.

          Basically there's a bunch of people who wanted N. Ireland to remain in the UK ("loyalists") and there's another bunch who wanted it to be part of a united Ireland with the South ("nationalists"). The roots of this conflict stretches all the way back to the 17th C, so these people have really long memories. Anyways, to cut a long story short, the British Army ended up being deployed in N. Ireland and ended up being targeted by the Irish Republican Army (IRA), a well-organized paramilitary group fighting for the nationalist cause. The IRA used explosives to bomb the snot out of N. Ireland and sometimes England. On top of this, there was much civil disorder as the different communities fought each other and the police force, who were seen as part of the loyalist regime. Petrol bombs were often thrown in these situations; I know some people from N. Ireland who had their houses petrol-bombed during this period - not nice, as you can imagine.

          And even after the peace agreement in 1998, petrol bombs continued to be used in sporadic riots and sectarian attacks. If you ever go to N. Ireland now (in particular the capital Belfast), you'll still find the police using armored vehicles for patrols (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Land_Rover_Tangi) and other legacies of the conflict, including so-called "peace walls" dividing loyalist and nationalist communities.

          Hope you enjoyed that slice of history from these shores, full of anguish though it may be! Maybe it'll inspire some poems...

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            #6
            I knew that Irish hated England for so long and about the conflict but never knew about the bombs part. Thanks for the information, Rad

            You serious about "expecting loads of poems from everyone"? Have you noticed that actually not lots of people here interested in poetry. To be honest, it seemed more like you're making fun of it. If you don't then my bad but still, allow me to say, you have a horrible noting.
            In the night, the stormy night, she'd close her eyes
            In the night, the stormy night, away she'd fly

            ***
            Taleen and Nutmeg: We are the Talmeg. 2017 Best AN couple

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              #7
              Originally posted by Taleen View Post
              You serious about "expecting loads of poems from everyone"? Have you noticed that actually not lots of people here interested in poetry. To be honest, it seemed more like you're making fun of it. If you don't then my bad but still, allow me to say, you have a horrible noting.
              Oh yes, that part was way too much - I'd blame that on my New Year's optimism, which will likely give way to rampant cynicism as the year wears on.

              Rather I was serious about this part about former AN poets: "by my calculations, you guys owe us (Taleen and I) at least a billion award-winning poems." I have a high interest rate on poems!


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                #8
                Me and Layla by Hasan Mrwany

                My implorings died by your eyes
                And my flags surrendered to the hopeless wind
                My age dried out at your closed door Layla
                and my callings didnít get any result

                Its 2 years and I couldnít make music
                and the skies didnít awaken by any light
                I'm liberating and crushing the love in my heart
                And I suck grief in my dusty glasses

                I'm torn, without superiority or wealth that could allure you
                so let me in my pain

                if you can squeeze all my lifetime years
                then, a hemorrhage of my wounds will flow
                If I was a wealthy man, you wouldnít refuse my love
                But the distress, poverty, and weakness are my catastrophy

                I suffered I suffered
                I'm not revealing my sadness
                And you donít know anything about my suffering
                When I'm walking, I'm laughing because of my arrogance, Layla
                Perhaps I could hide my agonizing from the people
                Because the people donít know my state to excuse me
                And they have no way for my compassion
                The deprivation that sucking my blood is anchor my eyelids
                And if it wanted, it uglify my smiling
                you are excused if you aborted my hope
                It's not your guilt, it was my stupidity

                I lost my caravan in the desert
                And I came searching for myself in your eyes
                And I came to your green arms diffusively
                As a childbearing my innocent dreams
                You inserted your palm extracting my veins
                And you suppress my gaiety without gentleness

                Oh for my alienation
                I'm missed, she emigrated from my countries
                And my sailboat couldnít sail for her

                I'm expatriated, and foreigns settled in my homeland
                And they destroyed all my dear things
                Your eyes deceived you in falsity and lying
                Or you attracted by the delusive gimcrack
                my lady

                I was a butterfly, came to dump my stained wings
                At you .. then my wings burned wrongly
                I'm shouting and the sword is planted in my waist
                And the disloyalty destroyed my big wishes

                And you also, fie your hands
                If you caused my death and excruciated my groaning
                I will delete your soft name from my languages
                Therefore, I will continue my story without Layla.


                Wished to find a better English text for it but oh well, it's a masterpiece poem.
                In the night, the stormy night, she'd close her eyes
                In the night, the stormy night, away she'd fly

                ***
                Taleen and Nutmeg: We are the Talmeg. 2017 Best AN couple

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